It has been a long while since I wrote a Friday Fictioneers challenge. This week’s photo, courtesy of The Reclining Gentleman, woke me up.
In case you are not aware, A photo prompt is posted each week and the challenge is to tell a story in 100 words or less. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/12-february-2016/
You were only seven when your classmates sent the pot of blooming daffodils.
Bright, bobbing blooms to grace that hospital room. Mrs. Goodson told me how your friends at school brought in quarters so she could buy them.
We planted them by the maple tree in the yard. Do you remember?
Over the years those flowers flourished, enchanting every spring.
Later on, your youngest son helped you dig some up to plant at your home far away.
Then you went away, forever. They did not bloom again.
I wonder, do they bloom for you in heaven?
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Dear Mary,
First it’s good to see you back in the Friday Fictioneers fold. You were here to welcome me when I was the new kid on the block.
Not only is your story beautifully written and well layered, it strikes a very personal chord.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle.
Very touching. Welcome back 🙂
thank you
This is quite delightful.
My first visit here, but not my last.
thank you so much, pleased that you enjoyed the visit.
What a sad, yet lovely story! Very moving back-story. Welcome to FF! (I haven’t seen your name around before, forgive me!)
thank you. I have been here before but it was along while ago
Welcome back. And with a touching story too.
thank you so much.
How sweet. I sure the one who left is walking among fields of daffodils.
Welcome back to FF.
thank you.
A very sweet piece encasing a big story.
trying to put my daughters life and death into 100 words
what a touching tale.. I think there is a reason why flowers find it hard to bloom on graves… and I realize from your comment how personal it is.. so sad.
thank you. It was a difficult post; I think it was healing too.
Beautiful and moving story!
thank you
This was a lovely piece. It brought me back 19 years ago for my son.
thank you, this was about our daughter.
Never easy losing a child, no matter what age… Hugs to you.
and to you. Only those who have had to do it ‘know’
Absolutely…
No parent should be left to wonder like this…my heart bleds for the loss. Well written.
thank you so much.
Very sad but touching story, and a good example of “show, don’t tell” in your final line.
thank you. Your comment means I succeeded.
So sad and beautiful. A life accompanied by flowers.
thanks for coming by and leaving a comment. The person in the story was a brilliant bloom all her life
Such sadness but so beautifully expressed
thank you
That must have been a very difficult thing to go through. You’ve expressed the feelings perfectly and painted a beautiful picture here. Welcome back to Friday Fictioneers. 🙂
thank you. It was a hard time, in fact, when she passed is when I left FF. Writing this was really a step in healing.
I have no doubt there are flowers in heaven. This really touched my heart.
thank you!
Oh, so sad…imagine to fight through to still lose it in the end.
thank you for coming by and leaving a comment.
That is so beautiful.
thank you!
Oh. This tugs the heart. Painful yet lovingly written. 🙂
thank you
You’re welcome. ❤
sad, poignant story.
thank you
This is such a sad, endearing story, but so well penned! Enjoyed this! Have a great weekend!
thank you, and you also.
You are most welcome 🙂 and thank you
Such a moving story, well written.
thank you. and thank you for the photo inspiration.
poignant
thank you for reading and leaving a comment.
I’d like to think the daffodils do bloom in heaven.
me too!
Welcome back to Friday Fictioneers, Mary. This is a sad, but heartwarming story. Well written. —- Suzanne
thank you so much.
Oh sad! And poignant. I believe Heaven is filled with flowers.
Thank you, I do too.
That is a song from my garden… I have flowers from all my grandparents places and many great uncles/ aunts….